Page 47 of My Hunger, Your Soul

Slap, slap, slap.

The sound of our flesh together is pushing me over the edge. I’m reaching beyond the stars, I want the universe. My body is a meteor that’s gonna explode on impact.

“I’m cumming, oh gooood,” I groan long and hard as I gush out onto the tiles. This orgasm goes on, and on and on, until I’m shaking uncontrollably.

A loud moan behind me and the warm cum that fills my ass ends this experience in the most perfect way. I love his cum inside me.

“Holy shit, Ty. That was fucking incredible.”

“Mmmm,” is all I can say. I’m drifting away in a land I don’t know. It's a high on life emotion that has drained my body and soul of everything. I don’t think I could stand if I tried.

I’m vaguely aware of something soft covering me and being lifted and placed on something soft and warm. A bed. I inhale deep and know it's Ivan’s bed. His smell comforts me.

“Sleep, you little lightweight,” he teases. I want to laugh but I can’t do anything else. So I allow the cloud of dreams to take me away into a blissful state.

25

IVAN

Tyler only spent about an hour with the contractors this morning before I drove him back into the city to work. I really wanted to hang around, to see if that guy that freaked Ty out yesterday would show up, but Tyler insisted my presence would cause problems. Not that I give a shit, but I caved as I needed to get back for a meeting with Lev, Dima and Simon. When I arrive back at the house, the sound of the building work instantly gives me a headache. I’ll be glad when the fuckers leave, the constant sound of drills and hammering along with the fucking mess their trucks leave makes me murderous. But it will be worth it when we all get our own spaces. Where I can have Tyler to myself.

As usual when any of us are around the house, we congregate in the kitchen. The guys are here, so I grab myself a quick coffee as they mumble on in some mundane conversation.

“Right, now you’re all here, I want to get this situation with Officer Tim sorted. Has Tyler seen him again, Ivan?” says Dima.

I shake my head while sipping on my coffee.

“No. Only that creep he saw yesterday.”

“Okay. As we already know from researching last time we had issues with that guy, his daughter Callie is in her final year at Princeton. She is single and straight from what Jules Lev had found last time. Simon, I want you to go and make contact with her, she will be meeting her friend at a bar tonight, like she does most Fridays. I don’t expect you to hook up with her, just chat to her, get her on camera in a fake IG story and some pics so we can use them on Tim. Get the message across for real this time.”

“How fun for me,” Simon complains.

“Do we have a fucking problem here, Simon? For the past few weeks you've done nothing but complain and bitch. If the work is too much, we can always end your contract here,” Dima warns, and the warning of that threat is not good. Simon has been more grumpy than usual, and quiet. Something is bugging him. I think it's his desire for Carlos’ dick, but I think it may be more than that? Who the fuck knows. He’s turning into Kai with all these moods.

“No, I just was hoping for something a little more hands on,” he says.

“This is hands on. Nothing is stopping you from hooking up with her,” Lev says.

“I don’t mean that kind of hands on,” Si sighs.

“Ahhh our little grump wants some blood action. What is it Si, you frustrated?” I tease, knowing I’ll get a reaction. Simon wants a fight, some aggression. Unfortunately Carlos is not here to be on the receiving end.

“Don’t tempt me, Ivan,” he says, looking at me with intent. His eyes are like the slits of a snake. Wow, he is pent up.

“I don't mind going a few rounds,” I say, loving the idea of punching the miserable shit.

“Nobody is doing anything but their job. Si get the fuck out of here as you need to leave in time to meet her. She normally meets her friend at eight pm. Dress casual and try to smile,” Dima orders and Si just walks away without a word. I hope Callie likes grouches.

“Ivan, you at the bar tonight?” Lev asks.

“Yeah. Tyler's brother is coming into town with his husband. I told Tyler to get him to meet us there later tonight.”

“You did what? Meeting the family? Are you okay?” Dima jokes, but it doesn’t bother me. I ain’t a sappy bastard like him.

“I’m fine. Gotta see the competition and make sure he knows his place.”

“This should be entertaining,” Lev says.

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